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Hug

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Her hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.

She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her daughter had trouble opening up and trusting others.
The young girl was crying in to her mother's hair as they shared a long embrace.

After a while, she got up, dragging her daughter with her in her arms.
She followed her in to her own bed room, where the bed was far bigger.
She tucked her daughter in to the blankets and sang her a lullaby.
Then she laid down next to her and embraced her daughter again.
They both fell asleep like that, in a motherly embrace.
This is one of the things I could use the most.
A hug.

I had a bad day, and I don't really have anyone I can hug.
Be it friend, relative or close family.
I just want someone to hug me cause they know I need it.
Cause they can see the pain in my face.
I just need a hug.
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